Chapter 24： (1/2)

The original work is a Danmei horror mystery novel, and it has a high popularity on the website. It is a great honor to find myself in this novel.

Only because of the high heat of the original work, Fu Zhen feels great pressure. What kind of style should he paint? Most of the horror novels are dark corridors, **** sheets, or pale. Fu is really not impossible to paint such a character, he just wants to paint a different style, he hopes to give people a strange feeling, and the picture is not too bloody.

Fu Zhen pressed his forehead to think for a while, and crackled the four words Guernica on the keyboard. ”Guernica” is the background of Picasso’s bombing of Guernica, a small town in northern Spain, and killing innocents. A huge oil painting created, this painting is a combination of cubism, realism and surrealism, giving people a strong sense of tension and horror.

He doesn't have the level of Picasso. He just wants to try to imitate this style to draw a color insert for the author, but he has to ask the author's opinion before painting. After all, this style does not seem to be very acceptable.

The author is a very happy person. After knowing Fu Zhen's ideas, he immediately responded and let Fu Zhen play freely.

Based on the spoilers he searched on the Internet, the personal settings that the original author sent to him, and the key points extracted from each case, Fu Zhen quickly figured out the composition, and after his thinking became clear, Fu Zhen picked it up quickly. When he finally finished editing the sketch, he looked up and found that it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

He packed up his things and went to bed to rest.

January came so quietly. In the new year, nothing seems to have changed, and it seems that it has changed a lot.

In the morning, Fu Zhen brought his computer to a computer repair shop. The repairer shook his head and sighed, ”Your computer... I will fix it now. I will definitely find a problem in two days. The computer has been used for several years, so why not change it.”

Fu Zhen hummed, responding to the master's words and said, ”Wait for a while.”

After the master did some operations, the computer was soon able to be used normally. Fu Zhen gave the master fifty yuan and returned to the rental house with the computer in his arms, and continued the color insertion that was not completed last night.

Today is New Year's Day. Most of the tenants in the rental house went out to play. It wasn't until two or three o'clock in the afternoon that they came back from the outside with large and small bags. The originally silent room gradually became noisy, and people talked about themselves. New things encountered.

Fu Zhen stayed quietly drawing pictures in the room. When it was getting dark outside and when it was time to turn on the lights in the room, he raised his head and glanced at the lower right corner of the computer screen. It was five o'clock.

It was estimated that Jiang Hengshu was about to return from work. Fu Zhen turned off the computer and walked out of the room. He sat on the sofa in the living room outside. Not far away, several tenants were playing cards. Laughter and curses continued to come from the kitchen. Exuding the aroma of meals, someone is preparing a sumptuous dinner.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Fu Zhen raised his head and looked at the door. The person who walked in was not Jiang Hengshu. Fu Zhen dropped his head and slid his fingers back and forth on the phone screen.

In the next twenty minutes, several people walked in and out, but none of them were Jiang Hengshu. Fu Zhen held the phone tightly. Why did Jiang Hengshu not come back? Did he forget last night? I have an appointment with myself to eat.

There was a sound of pushing the door outside again. This time Fu Zhen didn't look up again. The footsteps got closer and closer, and finally stopped not far from Fu Zhen.

Fu Zhen put down his phone and raised his head. He saw Jiang Hengshu standing not far away looking down at him. His blue eyes were as clear and calm as a lake. Fu Zhen stood up and asked Jiang Hengshu, ”Are you back?”

Jiang Hengshu nodded and said to Fu Zhen, ”I'll change my clothes and wait for me.”

”Yeah.” Fu Zhen turned around and watched Jiang Hengshu return to his room.

Soon after, Jiang Hengshu, wearing a black trench coat, walked out of the room. He came to Fu Zhen's side and said, ”Let's go.”

Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu walked out of this crowded honeycomb-like building. As soon as they walked out of the building, the cold wind swept over with icy snow particles. Fu Zhen shrank his neck and turned his head to look at Jiang Hengshu. He said: ”I didn't ask you yesterday, what do you want to eat?”

”Anything.”

”Are there any restrictions?”

Jiang Hengshu: ”No.”

Fu Zhen originally thought about several restaurants, but Jiang Hengshu said that he felt that there was no need to ask the next question. He said to Jiang Hengshu: ”Then we can eat barbecue?”

”Ok.”

It's okay, no, um, every sentence is short to the extreme, Fu Zhen sighed lightly, walked along the road and called a taxi, and got in the car with Jiang Hengshu.

The air conditioner was turned on in the car, and it was a bit stuffy. Fu Zhen looked out of the window. The street lights along the road were already on, embellishing some shabby city edges with completely different sceneries during the day.

Christmas has just passed, and the traces left behind have not been completely removed. The streets are covered with small lights, Santa’s stickers are glued to the yellow glass windows, and many citizens gather in the large square in front of the mall, watching A grand performance.